Have you ever been mugged?
I was mugged coming back from Downtown on Lead and just about Broadway. I was with a friend and a car pulled up. The passenger got out of the car and screamed at us to give him my wallet and her purse. We did and they drove off.
We were terrible at coming up with specifics about the incident to the cops. It was a white or some other color car that was mid-sized or maybe bigger or smaller and the assailants were men between the ages of 20 and 30. I don't believe they ever caught them oddly enough.
I was mugged. Boy was I ever.
It was 1987. I was leaving the record store where I had just purchased the album I was most looking forward to at the time -- The Cure's 'Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me'. As I was exiting the record store a black Trans-Am pulls up beside me and asks me what I bought. In an attempt to sound badass and thus, tough and unruly, I said, "What's it to you?" it was at that moment that a large man sporting a blonde mullet, a pair of aviator glasses a tight fitting jean jacket and a thick peach fuzz mustache got out of the car from the passenger side and unwielded his switch blade the way they do in movies about love stricken Puerto Ricans. The driver, who I still couldn't see, said, "I'm going to ask you one more time! What did you buy?" I had already lost one strike. I still had two more. Still in an attempt to sound awesome, I said, "Hysteria by Def Leppard" WRONG ANSWER I would soon find out. It was the album the hooligan wanted. When they found out I was lying, I got kicked in the stomach and when they found out I was holding an album by the Cure I got kicked again -- this time right in the left shin. The mullet wearing passenger called me a fag, then they left. I never got that third strike. While I was riding my bike home, the tears I cried made the eyeliner I was wearing drip and I probably looked like some dolt who just got expelled from clown school.
I was mugged repeatedly this past year by faceless oil speculators. I think they were bathed in expensive cologne, wearing $1500 sharkskin suits and drove a big expensive car made in Germany.
It would have hurt less to have also been kicked in the shin and stomach rather then kicked in my wallet.
I was walking in a secluded area when a half dozen small children jumped out and surrounded me. One held what I believed to be a knife against my back while the one in front demanded my money which I quickly handed over and they scampered off and disappeared. It was a truly bizarre experience.
and it was baaaaad let me tell you
did not get hit but it like it was lucky woooooo
But I watched my sister and friend get mugged. This was after I told the armed mugger (who I didn't realize was armed) not to fucking touch me, and strolled across the street, thinking my companions would follow me. Sheesh. We could have all been killed.
The guy didn't get anything from them either.